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Imaginary Girl

by whiskeydippedflower

I feel as if I'm a fluid. I have no real meaning, other than to follow the current or to fit into the spaces where the cracks need to be filled. I have no body, no mass, no substance. I have no heart, no brain, no skin. I smile when I'm told to and I flow where I'm needed. I am a mirror image of the person I once was. A reflection of a girl who once thought, felt, and spoke. The girl I once was is long gone, buried below the surface, with her rays of light snuffed out. My flower petal skin is now brown with decay. My crown is now rusted. I am no woman king. I am a ghost. An imaginary girl. A reflection in a shattered mirror. Don't get too close. You may be cut by the edges. Or caught in the current. Or see the ghost of what once was. But I promise my smile will never waver. I promise I'll do what I'm told.
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Dec 19, 2016
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